teacher.

    they all hear

    tree.

    today, t and last of every tree

    Speaks to o me, he river.

    Plant yourself beside me, he river.

    Eac of some passed on

    traveller, has been paid for.

    You, w name,

    You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,

    You Cion, h me,

    t,

    Left me to t of other seekers--

    Desperate for gain, starving for gold.

    You, turk, t...

    You ti, the Kru,

    Bougolen, arriving on a nightmare

    Praying for a dream.

    yourselves beside me.

    I am tree planted by the river,

    be moved.

    I, tree

    I am yours--your passages have been paid.

    Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need

    For t morning dawning for you.

    ory, despite its wrenching pain,

    Cannot be unlived, and if faced h courage,

    Need not be lived again.

    Lift up your eyes upon

    the day breaking for you.

    Give birth again

    to the dream.

    omen, children, men,

    take it into the palms of your hands.

    Mold it into t

    Private need. Sculpt it into

    t public self.

    Lift up your s.

    Each new hour holds new chances

    For new beginnings.

    Do not be wedded forever

    to fear, yoked eternally

    to brutishness.

    the horizon leans forward,

    Offering you space to place neeps of change.

    his fine day

    You may he courage

    to look up and out upon me,

    tree, your